Four days of pent-up frustration were threatening to boil over in an explosion of epic magnitude. Lying in bed next to Kaitlyn had been pure torture for the past few nights. Ryan thought he should get a medal for his self-control, especially each morning when he helped her with her shower. Touching that toned body with its smooth as velvet skin, those breasts that fit so nicely in his hands, that delectable ass that he wanted to lick all over was pure torture. But he was determined ...